“i have answers now, ask the questions
of the reason for the grimace, of the resignation
of me losing patience, or the expected Armageddon
ask me about the political landscape, i will give predictions
or the lasting fragrance still on me of my lover
she is sweet, just like lemonade
i am the poison, full of wrath and hate
lock eyes with me, what do u see?
ur weaknesses and ur deceit?
ur life lived, with all its secrets?
the long dinners and the buffet breakfasts?
or the long segments where u were lost,
i carry it all in my thoughts
but it is not me that u see
u see u in me, for i am free
free from ur gauge and ur gaze
ur contradictions and ur fate
u’ll never get answers that u plan to seek
u will only get u and u can’t be free
for i am the screen, the dopamine, the chase
put me to charge, i need an update
with all new features and all new ways
to drown u again, to make u insane
forget the pain, i am ur death
consuming u while u consume me
i take u deeper into my depths
of despair, of unsat chairs
of ur falling hair, and ur blind stare
and smiles that don’t reach ur eyes
u exist to show, ur fake paradise
made by the brick of lies.
and u’ll grow old and one day die
i? i will survive.”
-the phone
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